p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""You must pass these simple questions if you want to live. Answer well and you pass, fail and you end up like the sewer rats." The lecturer held a strong voice. Megan shivered and looked around the crowd. 'Where on earth is Amy', she thought, turning her attention back to the lecturer. Megan didn't pay much attention until few booming words caught her attention again. "I suggest you study hard, harder than you ever have before. The tests shall commence tomorrow. DISMISSED." Everyone shuffled out of the lecture hall and Megan met her friend./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Did that really just happen?" she asked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""I can't believe that every teenager has to serve their country. The president is a control freak." Jason provoked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Can't argue with that." Megan stopped suddenly. All the words she heard started to flood her brain. She wasn't ready to die. But what about Amy? She had only just turned thirteen. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Megan?" Words brought her back to life. Jason was holding her hand and pushing her thick brown hair back behind her broad shoulders. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Oh god, I'm not ready to die yet Jase." She sat on the bench next to her and held her head in her hands. "I'm not ready to die." She repeated once more. Jason sat beside her. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Meg. You're the smartest most talented girl I know. You won't fail." He scooted closer to Megan, she shifted to put her head on his shoulder. Jason turned to Megan. "Do you need me to take you home?" Megan was still shaken so she just nodded thankfully. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Did that really just happen?" she asked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""I can't believe that every teenager has to serve their country. The president is a control freak." Jason provoked. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Can't argue with that." Megan stopped suddenly. All the words she heard started to flood her brain. She wasn't ready to die. But what about Amy? She had only just turned thirteen. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Megan?" Words brought her back to life. Jason was holding her hand and pushing her thick brown hair back behind her broad shoulders. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Oh god, I'm not ready to die yet Jase." She sat on the bench next to her and held her head in her hands. "I'm not ready to die." She repeated once more. Jason sat beside her. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""Meg. You're the smartest most talented girl I know. You won't fail." He scooted closer to Megan, she shifted to put her head on his shoulder. Jason turned to Megan. "Do you need me to take you home?" Megan was still shaken so she just nodded thankfully. /span/p